Friday, September 11, 2009
Voices, loved and idealized
of those who have died, or of those
lost for us like the dead.
Sometimes they speak to us in dreams;
sometimes deep in thought the mind hears them.
And with their sound for a moment return
sounds from our life's first poetry--
like music at night, distant, fading away.
- C.P. Cavafy
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